Hesitant fingers, poised to write
To scratch thoughts
Imposed on paper
Composed from madness

Too long, much too long between verse
Time spent in reality alternate to mine
Enjoying the company of those never met
Yet “know” somehow in another world

Smile and eyes see me now in trust
LikeD by one who gives themselves
To me in utter bliss
This heart scared and turned loves again

At last

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